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© Nicholas Vosper 2003 |
She tells me she cannot grieve, it isn't her place to mourn. Such privileges are reserved for family. Marriage wrecker, husband thief, cannot find a man of her own. Levering open the cracks in wedding vows. Fifteen years of illicit meetings, and pilfered moments don't count or add up to much. She weeps on my shoulder, and my disapproval Is washed away by her tears. |